Kyo, Yuki, and Tohru are trapped inside a room with nothing but a Dance Dance Revolution machine. They slowly begin to lose their sanity and become paranoid, delusional, and homicidal. Rating may rise as it gets bloodier.

Hello! If you have somehow arrived at this url, know that you have unearthed my first ever fanfic, which I formulated the plot for at age 13 and wrote at 14. Seven years later, I read this fic and realize that it falls far short of my current writing capabilities; however, between my three jobs and the other fan fic I am currently focused on, I do not have time to go back and edit it. So… until I find time… it stands as a relic of my 14-year-old writing abilities. Anyway, enjoy! Thanks to all who have favorited; this is a… unique story, if nothing else.

Prologue

Kyo Sohma lay in his bed, half-asleep. He had been awakened by a noise downstairs. "Probably Yuki", he thought, "or Tohru." He glanced at his bedside clock, which read "4:01 AM." Only about two hours before he usually woke up.

He groggily got up and wandered over to his closet. He heard his door creak slightly, and on reflex spun around, but there was no one there. Or maybe there was, like Yuki trying to scare him? No, Yuki wouldn't do that. It was too unlike him.

Kyo stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked so… angry, even though he didn't feel it. Was this how he looked all the time? Then, in the mirror, he saw a dark shape race across the room behind him. His heart began to beat fast. Had he imagined it? No, there was definitely someone- or something- there. Then, before he knew it, a figure was right behind him. He tried to cry out, but was muffled by a white cloth, and before he knew it, he fell into a deep, deep sleep…

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